I've started a new series of graphics comparing babies to various pop culture figures. It's my way of coping with the unexpected discoveries of new fatherhood.
Babies are like...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Post Partum (Dad)
Okay, so we're a little late in posting to the blog since Lucas Franklin was born on December 17th, 2009. I could write about any number of things, and perhaps, if the little guy gives us a breather once in a while, we'll try to do so. For now, I thought it would be appropriate to simply state that mother and child are doing quite well and daddy couldn't be happier. Danielle's spending this week home alone with Lucas, and I can tell it's a little stressful. Still, Lucas is adorable (no bias!) and I hate being away from him all day. Fortunately, there are photos of him hanging on all the bulletin boards at work so I get to see him whenever I go back for coffee (which is quite frequent now that I don't sleep for more than 3 or 4 hours at a time!).
One thing I'd like to note is that I don't recognize Lucas. For the longest time, I had no idea what to expect when he finally arrived, yet somehow, I always thought I'd recognize him. Not the case. Some say he's got my eyes or nose, but I just don't see it. He seems like a completely unique and different human being from either of us. And this is a good thing! Just unexpected. It's amazing to me that from Danielle's and my combined DNA, a completely new person has been created. I can't wait to get to know him better! I already wonder if he'll be good at sports or math or singing or writing. I want to hear his voice and experience his sense of humor. I wonder if he'll be good with girls or public speaking or science or art. I just don't know! And that makes it hard to be a father because I want to nurture whatever innate skills and predispositions he has, but I don't know what they are! What if he wants to be an actor?! Or a dancer?!?
Still, I've got some time to think about it. Meanwhile, I love experiencing each new baby milestone like when he tries out a new sound or flails his arms in a slightly more coordinated manner. Already he follows us pretty closely with his eyes, and when I hold up his pacifier at the right distance, he opens his mouth... sort of. Could just be coincidence ;-)
This week's big ordeal is he's got a little baby acne breakout. As someone who STILL deals with the affliction on a regular basis, I hope my greatest genetic contribution is not his oily skin, but the doctor says he should regain his baby soft face soon enough. On the other hand, the doctor says he has quite a great looking butt. I wasn't exactly sure how to take this, but let's just say I'll keep a very close eye on the doctor for a while...
Parental life is exhausting, surprising, and wonderful. There's nothing more satisfying than to have a sleeping baby on your chest or to feed him a bottle while he gazes up at you with his bottomless blue eyes.
The adventure has just begun!
One thing I'd like to note is that I don't recognize Lucas. For the longest time, I had no idea what to expect when he finally arrived, yet somehow, I always thought I'd recognize him. Not the case. Some say he's got my eyes or nose, but I just don't see it. He seems like a completely unique and different human being from either of us. And this is a good thing! Just unexpected. It's amazing to me that from Danielle's and my combined DNA, a completely new person has been created. I can't wait to get to know him better! I already wonder if he'll be good at sports or math or singing or writing. I want to hear his voice and experience his sense of humor. I wonder if he'll be good with girls or public speaking or science or art. I just don't know! And that makes it hard to be a father because I want to nurture whatever innate skills and predispositions he has, but I don't know what they are! What if he wants to be an actor?! Or a dancer?!?
Still, I've got some time to think about it. Meanwhile, I love experiencing each new baby milestone like when he tries out a new sound or flails his arms in a slightly more coordinated manner. Already he follows us pretty closely with his eyes, and when I hold up his pacifier at the right distance, he opens his mouth... sort of. Could just be coincidence ;-)
This week's big ordeal is he's got a little baby acne breakout. As someone who STILL deals with the affliction on a regular basis, I hope my greatest genetic contribution is not his oily skin, but the doctor says he should regain his baby soft face soon enough. On the other hand, the doctor says he has quite a great looking butt. I wasn't exactly sure how to take this, but let's just say I'll keep a very close eye on the doctor for a while...
Parental life is exhausting, surprising, and wonderful. There's nothing more satisfying than to have a sleeping baby on your chest or to feed him a bottle while he gazes up at you with his bottomless blue eyes.
The adventure has just begun!
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